ooc; *hugs and hugs and clings to forever* Dude, I’m so fucking excited!!! *hearts and hearts and hearts*
ooc: I’m thinking some Sora/Roxas porn is in order, in one form or another. <3 I hope you like it as much as you do in theory! Hahaha~! -cuddlelove-
ooc; AAAHHHHH MELINDA I LOVE YOU. SERIOUSLY JUST COME TAKE ME. MY BODY IS READY. AND WILLING. AND SUPPLE, DON’T FORGET SUPPLE!
ooc: Unf unf~. Sounds good to me! <3 I’ll think of something nice and pretty, just for you~. I actually made a note of it so I don’t forget! I’ll let you know when I do. ;)
ooc; I don’t lie about /anything/, you pretty little sneak! Also, dsafd write me all of the things. I’ll just be over here orgasming.
ooc: Hey, hey~. Maybe I will, hm? I’ll write something just for you. <3 I’ll put it on my to do list because of that last sentence and for no other reason, of course. ;)
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<333 I love you. I just do. I wish I could write all the lovely things for you. God, I wish.
Roxas thought about the words falling from Sora’s lips, weighted on his ears and chiming, crystal bright, echoing through his brain and reverberating from the dense curves of his skull. Roxas moved closer, the tips of nearly identical noses - identical if Roxas hadn’t broken his so many times - brushing softly against one another. Cornflower blue optics blinked at him, shining in the dim light, and Roxas could see his own gaze staring back at him, reflected in glossy blue.
“Real like you?” Roxas murmured, and he could feel Sora’s breath against his face, but he didn’t pull away. What’s there to be modest about when you’re talking to what equates to yourself in a grimy alleyway? “We’re two broken halves of the same fucking whole, So-ra.” The name sang from between his lips, high notes carrying on the cold air of midnight.
“You’re just the lucky one who got the heart.” Roxas wasn’t sure where his words were coming from, but they tasted hot and sweet and true as they skipped across his tongue and out into the scant space between them. He’s not sure if it’s the drugs or if it’s a deeply seated truth that’s been hiding in his brain like a tiny black tumor, waiting for the switch to drop and consume his mind.
The blond had an obvious lack of boundaries, choosing to dive right in by being a mere hair’s breadth away. He reeked of cigarettes, tar and ash but had a familiar scent of a spice beneath the layer of a dense nicotine. That humid air that coasted along Sora’s lips tasted the very same and despite himself, the brunet’s eyes narrowed just the slightest as his pupils dilated.
Why did this feel like an incredibly dirty back alley fuck with a ten dollar whore?
(Roxas was the best looking street slut Sora had ever seen.)
“Heart, huh?” he answered, a ghost of a smile peeling across his mouth. Intense amusement lit like a crackling fire and oh, how hilarious that statement truly was. “So you’re saying you’re my long last other half, except you’re just a hollow shell?” He tipped his head forward, an obsidian darkness creeping into his expression that looked entirely wrong on such a positive being. “You must’ve gotten loose when I freed my light for someone else.” His gaze roved up and down, sapphires taking in every inch of this reflection while he fought the bubbling laughter which threatened to peel out.
Mirthfully, incredibly so in his minor display of peacock flavored arrogance, he straightened his shoulders and cocked his head. “Should I welcome you back or leave you to rot, Roxas?” There was a crack in this thin brunet’s sanity, one that was such an obvious hole despite his jury rigged patch of barbed wire and shoe strings.
There was a monster, a grand beast, rattling its cage deep within a heroes mind. It waited and watched, ready to destroy every last piece of life within reach.
